Page 128 of Star Claimed Omega
The Signet team scattered.
Zev dove to the safety of a reinforced meta-shield.
Kaal shoved two younger guards behind a thick support beam. Boaz dragged a shaken Signet security officer out through the nearest hatch.
Warning klaxons screamed overhead, red strobes flashing like blood across the smoke-hazed chamber.
The incendiary bomb pulsed once, twice, thendetonated.
A deafening, concussive blast tore through the prison, rupturing the fortified alloy wall with a scream of shearing metal.
The explosion sent gouts of fire and plasma out in a blinding arc, rippling through the structure.
The hull fractured outward like a cracked shell, vacuum rushing in with a vengeful roar.
A howling wind of debris, fumes, and flickering flame filled the air.
Walls buckled. Support beams folded. The gravity field destabilized and collapsed.
Then came the cold.
A brutal, ripping silence swallowed everything as the room vented into space.
Santi was pulled outward with Soleil and Varnok tumbling just ahead of him into the star-flecked dark.
They spun in the direction of a sleek getaway ship docked on the hull.
It was unobtrusive in profile, matte black, and marked with scarcely visible crimson ridges along its spine.
Its angled wings curved forward like talons, and its engines hummed with untraceable frequency. The docking hatch yawned open, and light spilled like a trap set to spring.
Soleil grabbed Varnok mid-spin and they boosted toward the vessel.
Santi’s spectral shift surged through him with a searing blaze, elongating his body and stretching his limbs.
His eyes ignited gold behind the wolf’s mask of fury.
His wraith form rushed, streaming through the vacuum like a dark comet, with claws reaching out.
He caught Varnok by the arm and dug in.
Varnok roared, slamming his other hand toward the XO, letting out a series of curses, threats, and frothing madness as he hit out.
Santi ducked, muscles coiled and efficient, and retaliated with a brutal knee that caved part of Varnok’s torso armor plating.
Sparks erupted like a firework detonation, showering across the floating wreckage.
‘Why won’t youfokkin’ die?’ Varnok snarled, his lycan spirit twitching beneath his scorched flesh-like mask.
Santi’s mouth curled with that sardonic edge only he could wear in the face of death. ‘I belong to the stars until they implode. Neither shall I.’
He twisted, seizing Varnok by the collar of his suit, and hurled him.
TheRed Skullpatriarch crashed into a drifting chunk of rogue armor plating, fracturing it like brittle glass.
But Varnok wasn’t done.
The older man rose from the rubble, burning, damaged, still furious.
